A couple of years back me and 2 of my friends had to drive up to Ipoh on a Saturday night to deliver an urgent item for a Minister’s meeting. By the time we received the item from the supplier, it was already 9.30pm and by the time we made it to Ipoh it was already 12am. Thinking that its best we stayed overnight, my friend proceeded to book a room in Heritage Hotel.

The hotel was pretty fully booked that day as the Minister’s entourage also stayed at the same hotel. We were given an end room that was located at the end of a quiet corridor. We didn’t think much of it as by then all 3 of us were tired. Once we entered the room, I felt an uncomfortable feeling overcoming me. The room felt hot and stuffy but I didn’t mention any of this to my friends.

We went out for supper and then got back to the hotel to rest for the night. As there were 2 single beds, we joined both beds to make it a queen size bed. Me, being the hero, even though they say never sleep in the middle, chose to sleep in the middle. It was around 3-3.30am that I first heard strange noises. The first sound was of our cupboard doors sliding (they had sliding ones) and the second was of glasses being moved around and thirdly the tap being turned on.

Not wanting to scare my friends, I just kept quiet about it. On of my friends was already fast asleep. The other had his back turned, so I wasn’t sure whether he was sleeping or not. After a while, there were sounds of furnitures moving as if the neighbour decided to do renovations that night. It got louder and more noisier. But again, both of my friends didn’t move. The last scary thing that happened came about 30mins later, when I saw a long and black hand reaching to touch me. I turned to my left and saw a black sinister figure in a robe of some sort. That was when I couldn’t take it anymore and screamed out loud. Both my friends got up then and asked what happened. Again, not wanting to scare them, I told them that I was dreaming.

It wasn’t until the next morning during breakfast that I related my stories to them. In actual fact, the guy who had his back turned wasn’t actually sleeping and he said that he heard all those noises as well. The other friend was lucky and was really fast asleep. Till today, I still have goosebumps when I think of it.

U sure the long black hand did not belong to one of yr fren who probably had a wet dream. U know, in desparation, anything goes. Most likely it is the guy who didn’t hear a thing. How can a person sleep through so much noise. Btw, the black sinister thing in rope, was that all it was wearing? If it is not yr fren, then it must be a hamsup kuay. U shld let it touch u & c how it goes, just for the fun of it.